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Sometimes, at sunset, from high above and away, you can see the light's waves as currents.
Clouds carry them, like outcroppings of foam across a wide sea; amber-gold swims alongside them, ribbons and banners of vibrancy.
For but a few moments, the dance of the skies is for all to see--
the beauty, always-there, alight.
(source: https://www.nasa.gov/image-feature/cygnus-spacecraft-approaches-space-station-in-the-sunset )
https://awoo.space/media/NOeJxEG5o5v95R8HwxM
